You would think it would be easy to find a rescue dog, wouldn't you? I spent the holidays crying over Astro,AGAIN,thinking I could NEVER find another dog like him. At a Christmas eve party I am online looking for a Katrina rescue dog that I thought my hosts would like, and low and behold found Astro's twin! I swear. I have looked and looked for him since late March and I find him. In San Diego of course. I have tried and tried to find out more and it's been quite difficult as one rescuer has been sick and the other...well...she gave a new meaning to 'scrutiny' to ascertain my interest in the dog. I tried to say "don't you know who I am?","if you knew all the people in LA that know me and know my pet parenting and devotion ...how dare you ask these silly questions of me?" I swear, I see why people sometimes stay away from rescue groups...as much as I hate to say that. I just felt like I was on trial in the inquisition. Finally told them to look me up on the net and see what I do for animals. Anyway, not tooting my horn, but I wanted what I wanted RIGHT THEN! And, I didn't get it! Kinda good tho...maybe I am not ready? Maybe Astro is picking the right one for me? Maybe I am trying too hard to replace him by an identical dog...and let me tell you...hard to find a match of a Newfie/Lab mix, shorter haired, big nose, Newf soulful eyes and knot on top of his head, crazy playful, sweet natured and ready for rescue. I found him tho. And, I find out he was abused - a guy broke his leg, then the woman who broke up with the guy got tired of the cast and soaked it off, then he got out and was hit by a car and rebroke the leg, then lived in concrete backyard, and the couple are having a baby and now he is in need of a home...all in 8 short months! When we found Astro in the pound at 9 months he had already had FIVE owners!! He was such a nut case, but soooooooo intelligent and no one could handle him 'cept me and my ex-beau. He was such a lover and brilliant...housetrained himself immediately. He was great with dogs, people, cats, etc. Never bothered a thing...but with a room full, and I mean FULL, of toys, he didn't have time! Then when I lost him to a break up for almost 2 years and got him back...injured of course...after the Northridge earthquake ...I never looked back. I knew then he was in my life to teach me that I could take care of a child or someone dependent ...besides myself. He was my protecter and became moreso as he aged. He didn't like dogs too much but was ball and frisbee obsessed and really wanted just me. What a wonderful feeling!!! I love being loved...by a dog too!
I say whatever God's will is I will take. It certainly would be a big change with an 8 month old. Of course, with 9 month old Son of Satan (Jetster) my black hellcat, the house will be insane anyway!! I love it!!!
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